previously, on " Their pet " , " Tokyo! A specific table has requested for you! " Your overly enthusiastic employer shouts, almost in your ear. You briskly nod, and head in the direction he's pointing to. Arriving at the table, you immediately regret it.
- we continue. -
You gulp, as two intimidating men look you down and up, eyes absorbing your every curve and feature. You cough, shuffling your feet in uncomfortableness, quietly asking what they would like to order.
" Speak up? We can't hear you. " One teases, making a slight blush erupt on your face. You adjust by your black face mask, repeating yourself with more clarity. " What would y-you like to order? " You stumbled, your /rather stupid/ speech problems tackling your throat. The two look at each other, and seem.. oddly identical. You take nothing of it, though.
" I would like the tomato soup. "
You wrote it down, quickly flicking your slightly narrowed eyes to the other customer, staring intently at you with lustful desire. You heard the brother to the right cough, the left side finally deciding.
" I would like.. you. "
You laugh sheepishly, catching a glance of the right glare to the left as he stared at you, dead serious.
" o-oh.. I'm not on the menu, darling. " you reply, quickly adding, " Though if I were an option, I'd have to have reservations~! " You coo, putting down a business card of the assassination corp., and leaving to fetch the tomato soup.
- TIMESKIP: that night - March 25 -
You entered your apartment,( you can specify your own, i do not care. ) stopping dead in your tracks as you see two familiar faces.
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guesses on who these people might be ???
-yes, this will be in 2nd POV from now on 😋
